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Hang Massive – The Secret Kissing of the Sun and Moon

Hang Massive – The Secret Kissing of the Sun and Moon

Malcolm D B Munro
Wednesday 24 October, 2019


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50% off or more – Autumn Sale of Fine Art Work

Saatchi Art

Malcolm D B Munro
Wednesday 10 August, 2018

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Steve Hunter – The Idler

Steve Hunter – The Idler

Malcolm D B Munro
Saturday 29 September, 2018

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Between – Einstieg

Between – Einstieg

Malcolm D B Munro
Saturday 1 Sepber, 2018

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Concept for Reestablishing the Byzantine Chapel, De Menil Collection, Houston, Texas, USA

A3 Byzatine Chapel image and text

Malcolm D B Munro
Thursday 30 August, 2018

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Johannes Birringer – eclipsemoon

eclipsemoon, 2018
Johannes Birringer, London, UK
Copyright the Artist. All rights reserved

Malcolm D B Munro
Reposted Thursday 23 August, 2018
Wednesday 22 August, 2018
Kingfisher –

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The Current President: is this the Face of America?

The Current President: is this the Face of America?

Has The United States of America got the President it deserves?

Malcolm D B Munro
Written a few weeks ago, date uncertain
Published 21 August, 2018









and lying:


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The Constant Threat: the art work Dead Serious

The creative force once unleashed is a Sabre-Toothed vicious snarling beast unless our Art it feed. Greed.

A clockwork mouse stands in front trembling with the beat of a drum. Regularity: the clock’s ticks close to doom. The time stamp is on our every move and paint. From a predator’s height, eyed ready to strike.

The Laocoon heaved force overpowers as swift as a sentry’s throat-cut slit. Creeps silent as the night; watched, studied, by an Indifferent Host. This force can drive the flower dead if the blood does not flow: A surgeon’s bitter disappointment we. The gimbal-like balance at the edge of the cliff. The Constrictor’s squeeze, a burst balloon.

Fragile, in search, and pursuit, of beauty – !wow! – the enemies are many and surround tight. All in nature has its prey. To count odds is lies in the book of trivia. Which will never be writ nor make Art. A mote-drop crushing unseen. A speck-dusted eye in a blink does not mend but breaks.

The beauty of the forest the fire destroys. Happiness sudden Hell’s mouth agapes to swallow whole a momentary loss of sense of. The inattention fatal as at the front of the in the trench.

Think not that this is not true; not all but few have perfect balance. The wheel of life tips in our in our favour as in the throw of a dice.

Weak, strong, mental health or no, we all may succumb unless we attend and daily feed and feast this beast which does not slouch but stands hair-raised erect. Worse by far than the Fall in the Garden should the Artist not obey.

Still, we are smiling are we.

Malcolm D B Munro
Friday 17 August, 2018

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On the art work Closely Observed Trains

On the art work Closely Observed Trains

Seldom do artists wish to write about their work, or about a particular work. Even less do they have anything intelligent to say about the work or their work. By far and away the majority of art works do not need words. Artists work visually. If works needed words, they would be writers not visual artists in whatever form. To the greatest extent possible, words are redundant. That is why the vast majority of art books which are devoted to the analysis and discussion of what art works are about, are junk. They don’t make sense. Very few art critics, very few, can write about art. The fingers on one hand are too may to list the number of writers who could and can write about art. And this comment applies from the time of antiquity, meaning the Greeks, who started all this stuff up to the present.

In the case of Closely Observed Trains, what is said above is contradicted because, in discussing the work, there is no risk of spoiling the integrity of the work. There is no danger of devaluing its merit.

And here’s why.

Two aspects: the phrase itself “Closely Observed Trains”and the words “observed” and “watched.” Notice I said, phrase.

The phrase, “Closely Observed Trains” has a resonance for me that is apart. or. in addition to. the genious of Jiri Menzel’s film or the wonders of Hbabral’s original text. The writer is one whose work I deeply admire and “Closely Watched Trains,” its title in English, is only one of a whole set of beautiful writings, each inimicable in its own way. There is little wonder that the author is so admired within Check culture, a culture which is not short of good, and great, writers.

Few English readers will know this for the obvious reason that few bother to read translated fiction. ‘Nough said on that.

The phrase in question has a resonance with me, for me, that is truly hard to convey, even to myself. Why should the title of the film, not necessarily accurately translated into English, stick in my mind? The simple answer is the word “observed.” As with the companion work, “The Look,” there is a preoccupation within this artist of the act of looking. And, finally, the power of the eyes. And the peculiar strength that emanates from them. Let no physics spoil the fun.

The use of the word “observed” versus the word “watched” can lead to endless discussion. depending on your taste. Though, mercifully, not here you will be relefved to know.

The connotations of the verb “to watch” are lost in English over the power and weight of the word in Check or indeed in any country where dictators have held sway. In English “to watch” is benigm} there is little or no menace.

Now there will be those among you who disagree, maybe even vehmently, with me over what I have to say, but within a limited space, we cannot cover the earth.

The word “observed” has a sublity in English that “watch” does not have. “Watch, at the end of the day, in English, is passive and is not direct, confrontational act that Continentals know in the languages of the ex-Nazi conquered territorities. “Observed” in English, is quite different. “Observed” suggests being watched unseen. This is arguably more menacing than being “watched.” Now, notice, I did not say, life threatening.

And here is the core of the argument. The English do not have the experience of Nazis or Junta members, of whatever flavour, standing on railway platforms. But, more even than that, this act, this behaviour is not the English way. Not to say that the English cannot be menacing. Anyone who knows a smidgeon of English Colonial history. Anyone who had the joy and pleasure of serving under which ever queen ruled at the time, knows how the English can be. And it can be pretty frightening. The English specialise by chilling those in their presense.

With “watched” you are aware. With “observed,” you may not be.

Monday 13 August, 2018

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Joseph Haydn – Sonata No.38 in F major, Kasparas Uinskas

Joseph Haydn – Sonata No.38 in F major, Kasparas Uinskas


Malcolm D B Munro
Sunday 29 July, 2018

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